Goodbye, my love?

Anyone who knows me knows I have had a very serious love affair over the years with books.  I just love books. I love the way a new book smells. When I was just a kid, I dreamed of having one of those rooms in my house that's a "library," you know -- with a ladder that goes up to the ceiling?  I've been collecting books for a long time.  I've cleaned them out before - but getting ready to move into a tiny studio apartment - I'm looking at breaking up with my books forever.  Where in the world would I put them all?  What do I do?  Beg my sister to store them in her attic? Jam them under my bed? Is this worth it? Or, is it just stupid?  It's all just stuff, right? Even the books.  Hoarding stuff is not healthy.